Jus' Poetic Thoughts

a poetic soul — an unbroken flow of words glimpse from within — a poet February 19, 2025 Artist Credits © Yeimei Wangsa Instagram @ ymei_iem [THOUGHTS] For two uninterrupted years, Haiku Sundays had been my sanctuary, a space where words flowed effortlessly, wrapped in lyrical whispers that revealed the depths of my inner world. Yet, in that relentless pursuit of creative expression, I had neglected a crucial aspect of my journey: soulful reflection. As I delved deeper into the labyrinth of my thoughts, I began to realize that my self-criticism had been masquerading as introspection. I had been measuring myself against unrealistic expectations, oblivious to the fact that my words were not just poetic expressions, but also spiritual confessions. It was only when I acknowledged the silence between the words, the sentences, and the syllables that I began to grasp the true nature of my creative process. My words were no longer just a means of artistic expression, but a conduit to...

Ole guitar of mine — A tool to harmonize thoughts Soulful melodies — a poet February 26, 2025 Artist Credits © JNM 🇺🇸 ` Ole Guitar `  2025 Digital Pencil Sketch Source : ™a Mind's Eye  [THOUGHTS] As I gaze at that ole guitar of mine, I'm reminded of the creative spark that drove me to buy it in the first place. I knew that deep within me lay a wellspring of artistic expression, waiting to be tapped. Now, as a poet, I've come to realize that this instrument holds even greater significance. It's as if the guitar has become an extension of my mind, a tool to harmonize my thoughts and emotions. A newfound desire stirs within me - to learn to play this guitar and craft lyrics that flow from the heart. I envision myself strumming its strings, pouring my soul into melodies that resonate with the world. And in that moment, I'll sing a song just for you, a love letter set to music. In a world where material wealth can be fleeting, our love and creativity remain ...

additive desires — a promised sobriety stolen innocence —   a  poet November 5th, 2024 Artist Credits  © Robin McSkelly "Digital Enhancement" Source: upsplash [THOUGHTS] ` promises ` was inspired by a remembrance of a time of innocence; a time way before discovering those addictive desires simmering in my soul; a time when I should've been telling myself to "Always remember me this way". (Lady Gaga - 2018) All I ever really wanted was to feel that innocence once again. Like a time before this promise of sobriety tricked my spirit into sayin' you'll be okay with one more last ride on that train of euphoric addiction. With each lapeses of a judgement, with each fall off the proverbial wagon, there was always a promise of sobriety accompanying a simple innocence begging to be remembered. Now as I reminisce, It was just a time of addiction; a time of  promised sobriety; a time of stolen innocence — [INSPIRATION] " New beginnings are often ...

` be mine ` hints of my madness romantic proclamations loves' weakest moments — a poet February 14th, 2025 Artist Credits © Filippo loco Spain 🇪🇸 `Be Mine` Mixed Media, Acrylic on Fine Art Paper Source: SAATCHI ART [ VALENTINES THOUGHTS] With each passing day, my love for her grows, with hints of madness, I sense it's even more than the dawn that yesterday gave, a romantic proclamation of promise of tomorrow's adore will bring even more. But on this Day set aside for our weakest moments,  my love for her is more than these words can say, because tomorrow, I'll love you more, no matter what comes with that day. Forever and always, my heart belongs to her, wishing to just hers. [INSPIRATION] "The strength of love lies in its vulnerability." - Aloo Denish Obiero

Pain-afflicted memories devour me not but a stolen kiss, a dying rose on the table, an afflicted body to die forever so darkness descends; I am but a tormented soul  — a poet 24 January, 2024 

winter's loneliness — whispers of melancholy leafless solitude —  a  poet January 23, 2025 Artist Credits © Rebecca  Ray  October 2023 [THOUGHTS] Thier's this dead space I know, it's a passage to a different kind of consciousness—one that occupies my thoughts with  whispers of lonely melancholy In this solitude, my realities merge with dreams, surrendering to the darkest depths of the wintering season , nights are void of solace, splintering into fractured tales of a soul lost into the shadows Winter's chill, with its fleeting days of darkness, cold and grey, ending all too soon, leaving me with the whispers of a lonely melancholy [INSPIRATION] "I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feel of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.” — Andrew Wyeth